Letras: Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains. Free And Alone.

Well, I've been workin' on becoming what I am in this bus terminal bathroom. And these days I dream like I live; off trash, and stamp gray hound passes. Why don't I take a shower ya' wonder. I guess what I can't smell, I just can't remember. So I'm doin' my best to smell just like this basement forever. Forever.

Well, isn't hitch-hiking dead, they all ask. Not as long as I'm still broke and breathing. And if they don't cut this thumb off, my dead fist, well they can't even stop me from marrying me. There ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobody as you fall asleep by the side of the road. Ya' know I've never felt quite as free, or quite as alone. Or quite as alone.